Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2012 07:49:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Filipino Love - chapter 14

			       FILIPINO LOVE
				    BY
				    JM

email::  mmanlookin@yahoo.com

Disclaimers and other info:  see chapter one



			     CHAPTER FOURTEEN



    As Ronni got off my lap and ran toward the door, I stood and had to
arrange my cock so it wasn't quite as noticeable.  I did the obvious, and
pulled my shirt out of my pants so it would cover my crotch and hide the
goods.  Ronni had just reached the door, and I knew he was in the same
condition as me.

    "Ronni," I called, "you'd better stop a minute a fix your cock so it
isn't as noticeable to your lola when you see her.  I know that you are
happy to see her, but I don't think showing up with a boner is the right
way to meet her."  I had to laugh at the look that crossed his face when he
realized what I was saying.  He blushed prettily and grinned as he did as I
had with his shirt.

    "You bad man!"  he said, laughing and pointing to the obvious bulge in
his shorts.  "Look what you do to me!"

    I walked over to the door where he was standing, laughing along with
him.  I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into a hug, which was
immediately returned.

    "I just can't get over how much I love you.  It seems to grow every
minute.  And the added bonus is you're so damn HOT, I get hard just being
near you."  With that, I gave him a swat on the butt.  "Let's go meet your
lola."  He opened the door and we stepped out onto the patio where, with my
arm around his shoulder and his around my waist, we walked toward the
street and Lola.

    As we walked through the gate in the wall, I got my first look at his
revered lola.  Before me, was a small, slender woman standing beside what
I've heard called a "crotch rocket".  She had just taken off her helmet to
reveal a head of dark hair with generous streaks of silver surrounding a
still-attractive face. She was wearing a denim jacket (in THIS heat?!?)
over a colorful, what is called, peasant blouse, jeans and had sneakers on
her feet...definitely not your average, everyday, run-of-the-mill granny!
As she placed her helmet on the seat of the bike, Ronni ran up to her and
embraced her, giving her a kiss on her cheek.

    "Lola!"  he exclaimed, and then started rattling off in Tagalog,
telling her, I'm guessing, about me, as they both kept glancing in my
direction as they talked.  Ronni then took her hand as they walked the few
feet to where I was waiting.

    "Lola," he said as they got to where I was standing, "this is Phil
James, the one of my dreams.  Phil, this is my lola, Sanie Nunez."

    I took her right hand in mine and went through the ritual greeting I
had done with Ronni's mother.  When I released her hand, she took a step
back and began to scrutinize me carefully.  Her eyes swept over me from
head to foot, then she walked around behind me and did the same.  Walking
back around to where she was facing me, she looked for a long minute into
my eyes.  I have to admit; I felt like a prized bull being scrutinized at
auction, and I was feeling just a tad intimidated here!  At last, she
seemed to relax and her face broke out into a wide smile, the same
beautiful smile as my Ronni had.  She then walked up to me and put her arms
around me, giving a grand hug, which I did my best to return.  When we
broke the hug, she reached her hand to my face in a gentle caress.

    "Good.  Good," she said with a soft smile.  Ronni was positively
beaming.

    "She like you.  She know you the one of my dreams.  She very happy."

    I'm an adult.  I don't need approval from anyone for who I am or what I
do, but hearing those words from my love filled me with joy.  I hadn't
realized I was tense at the time, but I felt myself relax, a sense of
relief coursing through my body.  I had just been validated by his lola.
Everything was good.  Everything was going to be ok.  God was in His
heaven, Ronni was in my life to stay, and all was right with the world,
especially mine.  He stepped up to her and threw his arms around her.

    "Salamat, Lola, salamat!"  Thank you, Grandmother, thank you!  He then
turned to me and literally launched himself into my arms, quickly turning
it into what I fondly call his "love-leech" position, with his arms tight
around my neck and his legs around my waist.  I eagerly returned his hug,
then started gently stoking his back while placing soft kisses on his cheek
with Lola watching us with a big smile and wet eyes.  Mine weren't all that
dry either, and I'm sure Ronni was the same, since I glimpsed some moisture
on his cheeks before he put his head on my shoulder.  But the heat was
beginning to get to me, especially with Ronni wrapped around me, so I
decided it was time to take our Kodak moment out of public domain and head
for the house.

    "Ronni," I said, "let's go inside where it's cooler, and we can get
something to drink and sit down while we talk."  Turning to his
grandmother, he repeated in Tagalog what I had just said.

    "Ok, we go now," said.  With that, I held out my hand while still
keeping a firm grip on my bundle of love, took his lola's hand, which she
immediately accepted, giving mine a gentle squeeze, and we walked toward
the house.  I couldn't help noticing out of the corner of my eye, that she
kept glancing at Ronni and me, smiling.

    Sweet Jesus!  The blessed relief of the air conditioned house felt
great after the searing heat outside, but I knew that it would be too much
for Ronni and his grandmother, who weren't used to it.  Once we were all
inside with the door closed, I set Ronni down (very reluctantly!) and told
him to get us some drinks I while went around to shut off the air cons.  I
would leave the fans going to help keep things reasonably cool.  When I had
that done, I returned to sit on the sofa so we could all enjoy a cool drink
and, I hoped, a relaxed talk.  There were two bottles of beer and a glass
of pineapple juice already on the coffee table with a smiling Ronni sitting
on the sofa, obviously pleased in being able to play host to his lola.
But...

     "Ronni," I said.  "Would you please get a glass for your grandmother?
Ladies shouldn't have to drink out of a bottle."  His smile faltered a bit,
realizing his minor faux pas, but he jumped up and ran toward the kitchen
to get a glass.  Before he returned with it, however, Sanie grabbed one of
the bottles and giving me a wink, took a healthy slug.  I couldn't help
myself.  I started roaring with laughter, soon joined by Sanie.  Poor Ronni
was standing with the glass in his hand, looking thoroughly confused.  He
probably thought his two favorite people were losing it!  Bless her!  Sanie
saved the day.  She took the glass from Ronni and poured her beer into it,
all the while talking to him, explaining what we had been laughing about.
Ronni had missed seeing his dear ole granny chugging beer straight out of
the bottle since his back was to us while he was getting the glass.  When
she finished explaining, Ronni, too, saw the humor and chuckled.  We all
sat quietly, enjoying our cool beverages, until, I guess, Ronni thought it
was time to get the ball rolling.


    "Phil, we talk now.  Lola want to know all about you.  You talk, I tell
her.  She talk, I tell you. Ok?” He would be our translator.  I
just hoped that there wouldn't be something I said that he didn't fully
understand, but I had confidence in him, and knew he would get me to
explain so he knew exactly what he needed to say before passing it along to
his grandmother.  Since she was sitting in a chair facing the sofa, Ronni
turned around with his back to my chest and pulled my arms around him.
This garnered a very soft and loving look from his grandmother.

    We spent the next few hours getting to know one another.  She, through
Ronni, asked about my life up to this point: where I grew up (New
Hampshire), my parents (retired and living in Florida), any siblings
(none), aunts, uncles and cousins (one aunt on my mother's side, and aunt
and uncle on my father's, two cousins, male and female, both younger than
me), what I had studied in college (music education), my job (music
teacher, grades 7-12), house (own my own), in fact everything about me,
including what brought me to the Philippines, my plans for my future in the
Philippines, and at the end of it all, where Ronni fits into my life.  I
explained that I had no intentions of finding a life partner when I
arrived, but that once I met Ronni, all that changed.  He was now the most
important part of my life, and his well-being would always come first
before anything else, including any business venture I was involved with.
When he was old enough, he would be by my side in any and all businesses as
an equal partner in everything, as well as being equal partner in our
relationship, but that would not wait until he was older.  It was already
in effect.  She seemed very pleased with my responses, constantly nodding
her head in approval, a gentle smile gracing her face.

    There were obviously some things that I had to expand on for Ronni to
fully understand so that he could give Sanie an accurate picture of me.
And when we got to talk about our relationship, there were several times
when he got very emotional from the obvious great love I had for him in
what I was saying for him to pass on to her.  I felt very good but
emotionally drained at the end, and I'm sure Ronni did too.  Sanie also had
several bouts of emotion as I talked about Ronni and me.  Then it was her
turn to tell me about herself.  Before we got into that, though, I asked
Ronni if he would get us more drinks.  He hopped off my lap and scurried to
the kitchen and was soon back with two more beers for Sanie and me, and
bottled water for himself this time.  He then settled himself onto my lap
again as we continued our talk.

    Sanie was a widow.  Her husband had died before Ronni was born, so he
never knew him.  Ronni's mother was her daughter, and she had a son who was
5 years younger than Ronni's mother - that would make him 37.  He had left
home when he was 18, and she had heard nothing from him ever since. It was
painfully clear by the look on her face when she was telling us about him
that this still bothered her after all these years.  She composed herself
and went on to say that she had a small house outside the city limits where
she raised most of her own food and provided counseling services to those
who came to her.  I think that was her politically correct way of
explaining the use of whatever gift or powers she had.  She was most likely
trying to phrase it in a way that I wouldn't think she was a crackpot, but
she didn't have to worry about that.  I had proof enough of her gift, and
the biggest example was sitting on my lap!  She had a small income from a
pension of her late husband's and was herself receiving a modest amount, so
financially, she was ok.  Obviously, if she can afford to buy the mode of
transportation she arrived on.  At first glance, it looked to me to be
almost brand-new, and I know they don't come too cheaply.  I didn't think
it polite to ask if she was compensated for her "counseling" as well since
she didn't mention it herself when listing her income, but it was clear
that she was doing ok financially.

    We spent almost two hours laughing, crying and just simply getting to
know one another.  It was abundantly clear that Sanie was an intelligent,
caring and loving person who obviously loved her grandson unconditionally,
a love that was clearly returned by him.  I finally noticed that it was
getting close to dinner time and invited her to stay and eat with us, but
she declined, almost regretfully, it seemed, saying she was having dinner
with Ronni's parents.  As we stood and headed for the door, my love leech
firmly wrapped around me, Sanie paused and looked at us, a sweet, loving
smile on her face.

    "So good," she said, softly.  "so good."

    With that, she walked to the door, Ronni and I trailing behind.  We
went out into the hot, humid afternoon air and walked to where she had left
her bike.  As she approached it, Ronni got down and went to her, giving her
a grand hug.  When he released her, she turned to me, wrapping her arms
tightly around me, clearly letting me know that she was happy about our
relationship, and that she considered me one of her own. It gave me such a
great feeling to know that I was accepted, approved, and, yes, loved by
this remarkable woman.  She then turned to Ronni, giving him another hug,
her love for her grandson almost palpable.  I truly could feel the love
that was flowing between them.  Finally breaking the embrace, she went to
her bike, picked up her helmet and placed it on her head, fastening the
chinstrap.  She then threw her leg over the seat and kick-started it with a
muffled roar.  She righted it, put the kickstand up, turned toward the
street, and with a wave of her hand, took off.  I could swear I saw the
front wheel leave the ground as she roared off down the road.  Grannie
popped a wheelie!  What a rare and wonderful woman, and it's now wonder
Ronni loves her so much.  With that final hug she gave me, I knew I was now
one of her family, and that gave me such a good feeling.  With a sigh, I
took Ronni's had and was instantly rewarded with his love-leech hug.
Turning, I walked us back to the house.




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